Beijing.
It was almost noon, and two people walked out of the Huanyi Building.
The leader is a young man with a white face and a slight beard. He has a straight robe that is wrapped around his body like a bamboo pole. There are two green and black marks at the moment, and he yawns when he walks two steps.
Behind him was a servant boy, who followed every step of the way, not daring to be neglected, holding an umbrella for Brother Young Master in one hand, and a lantern whose candles had been extinguished in the other.
Pedestrians fled when they saw it.
There is no reason for it. The Huanyi Building is a brothel, and the rules of the brothel should be open at night to welcome guests. Now that the other party comes out of the building during the day, it can only mean that this young man not only played all night, but also played a game. In the morning, his background was so deep that Huanyilou had to break the rules for him.
Such a person is good-natured, but if he has a bad temper and something happens, the people who suffer will be the powerless and powerless, so of course everyone should stay away when they see it.
Can't be provoked, can't hide.
Brother Young Master suddenly lit up and stared straight ahead.
The little servant didn't know why, and when he followed his line of sight, he immediately understood.
Not far ahead, a person walked slowly.
The other party is also dressed in straight robes, but the same style wears different effects. If the son is wearing bamboo pole clothes, then the other party is Zhilan Yushu, who is very personable. If someone with a bit of literary talent is here, maybe he will still be here. Recite two sentences like "floating like a wandering cloud, like a frightened dragon".
However, Young Master obviously couldn't say such meaningful words, he just stared at each other with his eyes shining brightly, and then stepped forward to chat up with light footsteps: "I don't know the name of this Young Master, where do you want to go? ?"
The young servant secretly complained that his young master is so sexually lustful, and his hobbies that are not taboo between men and women are really terrible. If you see anyone who is pleasing to the eye on the street, you can stop them and molest them. This capital is full of dignitaries. But if he is caught by the official, he will inevitably be impeached again, and this is not the first time.
Who knew that the young man who was molested just raised his eyebrows and then revealed his identity: "Zheng Cheng, the eldest son of the Marquis of Wu'an?"
The young servant was surprised at first, but he has been with his young master for many years, and he has a lot of eyesight, and immediately recognized that the other party was not the son and nephew of the prince's mansion, and scolded: "Bold, my son's son Name taboo is also what you said?"
The young man casually cupped his hands: "I'm sorry, but as far as I know, the imperial court doesn't seem to have issued an decree to seal your son as the heir. Since you are not the heir, it is a taboo to study this title carefully. If someone goes to His Majesty to read a book, then your Marquis will be implicated by you."
The little servant was sweating profusely from his words, and he was even more afraid to make trouble: "The little one said nothing, please forgive me!"
Zheng Cheng, however, is also a genius, and his words are still alive and dead, and he still laughs out loud: "Since the beauty knows me, it will be easy, why don't we find a place to sit down and have a few drinks, and then have a good chat? "
His squinting eyes swept back and forth on the other person, only to strip people's clothes naked with his eyes.
The young man smiled: "Alright, why don't we go to the east of the city to chat with the Xian Yushi's house?"
The little servant fought agitatedly, and no longer dared to underestimate the other party, he hurriedly took a step forward, stopped the paw that his young master was about to stretch out, and cupped his hands: "My young master drank wine last night, and now his drunkenness is on the rise, and his words and deeds are too much. , I also ask your son to forgive me, I don't know the name of the son?"
The other party smiled and said: "You asked an interesting question. How could I tell you my name? If you go back and file a complaint with your Marquis, wouldn't I just leave without finishing it?"
The little servant was seen through by him, so he could only watch the other side walk away, and then wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief, secretly saying that it was dangerous.
The people in the dignified Marquis of Wu'an Mansion heard the words "Yushi Xian" like a mouse seeing a cat, because there were so many hereditary titles in the Ming Dynasty, the descendants of the Zhu family, those with different surnames, have been caught since Hongwu to the present. A lot of them are worthless when they have more, and the censor is too arrogant, and dares to remonstrate against the emperor. If he knew that the eldest son of the Marquis of Wu'an was molesting the good people on the street in broad daylight, it is estimated that he would immediately push the emperor to cut his title. , not to mention that the young man just didn't look like an ordinary person.
How could ordinary people know that the eldest son of the Marquis of Wu'an still speaks in such a tone
"You're going to die, how dare you stop me just now!" The boss was unhappy when Zheng Cheng was ruined.
Master, I am here to save you! The little servant thought to himself, and smiled apologetically: "Master may be waiting at home right now. If you go back late, you will have to be beaten again, so be careful!"
As soon as he heard his father's name, Rao was Young Master Zheng who hadn't woken up from the wine, so he shuddered and stopped talking.
The little servant followed Zheng Cheng back, and glanced back at the same time.
The other party has long gone, and there is still a figure to be seen, but the little servant can't help but wonder: Who is he
…
Tang Fan was woken up in the middle of the night when he slept.
The person who came to look for him was a Yachai surnamed Wang from Shuntian Prefecture, who slammed the door loudly in the middle of the night. Fortunately, only Tang Fan lived in this yard, otherwise others would come to the door as robbers.
As soon as the door opened, Old Wang looked anxious: "Master Tang, something has happened, come with me!"
Tang Fan blinked, only wearing a coat, and sleepiness remained on his face: "What's the big deal?"
Old Wang lowered his voice: "Murder happened!"
It's definitely not an ordinary murder that can make him come to the door in a hurry in the middle of the night.
Tang Fan: "Who?"
Old Wang: "The eldest son of the Marquis of Wu'an, Zheng Cheng!"
Tang Fan was stunned for a moment, then he woke up most of the time.
When Zhu Yuanzhang conquered the world, he blocked a group of the heroes who fought with him in the world. Later, he killed almost all of them himself. Some of them were on the wrong team in Jingnan, and they were killed by Emperor Yongle.
Most of the remaining hereditary titles are descendants of Jingnan heroes who were entrusted by Emperor Yongle, and passed down from generation to generation. Some of them were conferred after the change of Tumu Fort. The better ones still have real power and can bring Leading troops, guarding the place, the luck is a little bit worse, just like the Marquis of Wu'an who has a murder case, they can only stay in the capital to retire, and even accidentally get involved in something, the title is gone in a blink of an eye, it looks beautiful, in fact It is also like drinking water, knowing whether it is cold or warm.
Even the princes of these people have to go through the canonization of the emperor to take effect. It is not a matter of having the eldest son to become the prince. If the emperor does not like that person, it is possible to delay it for ten or twenty years. Maybe there will be an excuse other than Jue, so these sons and brothers of noble families, walking in the capital may not be comparable to the scenery of a real-time seventh-rank Beijing official.
The first generation of Marquis of Wu'an was a hero of Jingnan, and this generation is already the fourth generation. Zheng Ying just became a nobleman last year, and he is serious and cautious by nature. His son, the Marquis of Wuan almost broke his heart for him, beating and scolding would be commonplace.
It's just that the beatings and scoldings return to beatings and scolding, that is to hate his son for not living up to his expectations, Zheng Yingke never thought of letting him die.
At this time, his eyes were red, his face was blue, and he stood outside Zheng Cheng's room without saying a word.
The brightly lit small courtyard was crowded with people, and the men and women could not take care of avoiding suspicion. There were those who were frightened, and there were those who cried.
When Tang Fan arrived at Hou's mansion, Pan Bin, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture, had already arrived and was talking to Zheng Ying.
A group of yamen servants surrounded Zheng Cheng's house, and drove all the servants who came in and out to the outside.
Urged by Pharaoh, Tang Fan didn't have time to put on his official uniform, only his regular clothes, but Pan Bin waved to him as soon as he saw him: "Runqing, come here!"
"Master Hou, Lord Futai." The atmosphere was so tense, Tang Fan didn't appear to be so sincere and fearful, but he still had his unhurried bearing. Compared with the people around him, it was a bit special.
The little servant Zheng Fu standing in the crowd couldn't help but let out a cry and pointed at Tang Fan: "Aren't you the same person in the daytime?"
This sound made everyone look at him.
Pan Bin was afraid of causing any misunderstanding, so he quickly said: "I haven't introduced it yet. This is Tang Fan and Tang Runqing, the official of Shuntian Prefecture. He is smart and thoughtful, and he is good at judging cases. This time I asked him to come here because of this."
Zheng Ying's eyes flashed, and Rao was someone like him who didn't participate in government affairs, and he had also heard of the name Tang Fan.
It's just that all the hearsay is not as good as what you see in front of you. Unfortunately, now that her son is dead, Zheng Ying doesn't have the heart to greet him anymore, and asks directly, "What's going on?"
The Marquis of Wu'an glanced coldly, and Zheng Fu quickly explained the reason.
Tang Fan cupped his hands and said, "I don't agree with Young Master Ling in the morning, and I hope the Lord Marquis will forgive me."
Zheng Ying sighed: "The dog has no shape. He collided with the adults, and what did he have to do with the adults? If it wasn't for him... Hey, I would definitely teach him a lesson!"
After speaking, he showed a look of anger, hatred and grief.
Although Tang Fan is only a rank six minor official, but his reputation is not small, Zheng Ying naturally has to be polite.
Tang Fan: "My condolences to the Marquis, and please elaborate on the matter of your son."
Zheng Cheng is a playboy. There is no doubt about this. His playfulness is mainly reflected in his good sex. As long as he looks beautiful, both men and women can do it. The sweet wife and concubine at home is not enough. He still runs to Liuxiang on Huajie Street all day long, and it is precisely because he is looking for fun and has a bad reputation, so the court has not issued the will of canonizing him as the prince, which makes Wuan Hou Zhengying angry and helpless.
Zheng Cheng just came back from Huanyi Building in the daytime when he was hit by his father Zheng Ying who happened to be at home. Mr. Zheng was scolded bloody and ordered to stay in the room and not allowed to go out. Zheng Ying thought he could live in peace. A few days later, who knew that when he turned his head, his son hooked up with a maid again.
Two hours ago, when Zheng Ying got the report and rushed over, Zheng Cheng was lying on the bed naked and silent, with a disheveled maid kneeling beside him, crying.
According to the description of the servant Zheng Fu, the incident happened around the time of the 19th Hour. Zheng Cheng happened to bump into Alin, the maid who was passing by outside. Seeing that Alin was a bit handsome, he became lustful and wanted to pull people into the house. , The two sides entangled for a while, and finally the two of them went in. Zheng Fu followed to the door and did not go in.
After about an incense stick, I heard A Lin's screams coming from inside.
Zheng Fu hurriedly pushed open the door and went in, and what he saw was Zheng Cheng lying unconscious on the bed.
He hurriedly ran out to call people, and there was no need to say what happened later.
It stands to reason that it would be a matter of time before Zheng Cheng's profligacy and hollowing out his body, but his son was already dead, and Zheng Ying had no way to pursue his lesson, so the maid became the first cause. The anger of the government that was disgraced by the scandal was all sent to the servant girl.
However, there is a problem here. If the maid is a slave, it will be fine. Zheng Ying can do whatever he wants. He secretly kills and fills the well, and he can find an excuse to fool the outside world. , the bad is bad, the maid is a good family son, and did not sign a contract of selling herself with the Houfu.
Since he wasn't a slave, he couldn't just kill him if he wanted to. Otherwise, the Hou Mansion would easily deal with it today, and it would inevitably fall into the ground and be criticized by others. A cautious person like Zheng Ying would not dare to do it.
So Zheng Ying chose to sue the official for the first time.